Page 111 of Holding On

“Hmm?” Her eyes are glazed over and she has that goofy post-orgasmic grin I love to see so much.

“The problem with considering stopping the pill.”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s just that it’s too late.”

I freeze.

Time freezes.

My wife leans forward and kisses me, and I barely breathe, because I know what I want her to be telling me, but she hasn’t actually said it yet.

“Tinsley.”

“Yeah, Jack?” She grins.

“Are you pregnant, Red?”

“Yeah. I thought it would take longer for the pill to work out of my system but—” I cut her off, kissing her deeper and harder than I probably should, but fuuuuuck.

Tinsley Callahan is having my baby.

I open my eyes and look at my wife, my gorgeous warrior of a wife that has stood her ground and fought for more than she ever should have had to but still managed to be a light to not only me but so many other people.

“You’re going to be a daddy, Jack.” Her voice waivers as she smiles tenderly at me, reaching up to catch a tear with her thumb that I didn’t even realize had escaped.

“You’re going to be late for those photos, Red,” I growl as I spin us and take her to the couch.

And we were well over thirty minutes late, but neither of us cared. We had some celebrating that couldn’t wait, and life is too short not to seize the moment—especially when that moment is my knockout five-eight wife rocking a skintight dress who just rocked my entire world.

She’s not just my wife—she’s everything.

The End